Fluff & Stuff

221Bakery Street

Mrs. Hudson placed the tea on the table in front of John, who was reading the news paper. A look of realisation crossed on her face and she gasped.

"John, dear, could you please go to the bakery down the block? I forgot I had ordered some pies for us to eat later." She said. John turned to her and a small smile formed on his lips.

"Of course, Mrs. Hudson. Anything for you." John said politely, taking sip of his tea before standing and walking to the door, grabbing his coat and his own keys. "I'll see you later, Mrs. Hudson!" John called out before exiting the flat and walking down the street. The winter wind bit at his cheeks, causing them to get rosy. He pulled his coat tighter around himself and sighed in relief when he saw the bakery. He jogged to the door, pushing it open and sighing when warm air hit his face. A bell rang above his head, signaling the shop a customer had arrived. John noticed a strong red-haired man with a beard at the counter. A mountain of boxes piled in his arms. He was wearing a dark green polo with light brown trousers.

"Sherlock! Could you please take this one? My hands are literally full." A deep voice said, obviously the strong man's. He walked to the back, careful not to drop the boxes.

"Sure thing!" A female voice called out. John turned his head slightly. "Brother dear, you're going to dislocate your shoulders if you keep carrying so much stuff at the same time."

"Shut up, Sherlock. My shoulders are completely fine." A woman came into view. She had pale skin, a bony structure, light blue eyes and dark curly hair. She was dressed similarly to the man but with an apron. She chuckled and walked behind the counter, looking back at her brother.

"Not for long!" She called back, only to receive a strange noise in return, making her giggle. John thought her giggle was the most adorable sound he'd ever heard, smiling to himself when she pulled her hair to one side. "Good morning! Welcome to 221Bakery street. How can I help-" she finally looked up and her eyes widened. Her mouth was slightly open and John's face got red instantly. She blinked and tried to pretend nothing happened. "H-How can I help you?" She said, stuttering slightly. She gave a shy smile and raised an eyebrow at John, who gave her a tiny smile in return.

"Yes, Good morning. I'd like to pick up an order." John said as calm as possible. Sherlock's eyes roamed up and down John's body but went unnoticed by the retired army doctor. She smiled and turned around to look for the order on the shelves.

"Name?" She asked, looking at John over her shoulder.

"Hudson." John said with a smile. Sherlock turned to the shelves and searched for the name. She stood on her tip toes but the order was not at the top. She bent down and saw the order at the very back. As she bent down, John couldn't help where his eyes were wandering and his face only got redder when he noticed the hem of her shirt rise slightly to reveal the back of her underwear. His eyes widened and his heart pace quickened. She stood up straight again, the order in her hands. She happily turned to him, only to see a flushed John who averted making eye contact.

"Mr. Hudson? Are you alright?" Sherlock asked innocently and John shook his head.

"I-I'm not M-Mr. Hudson. My name is Watson. Dr. J-John Watson." He explained, Sherlock's mouth forming into an 'o'. She took the receipt and signed it with the date and time of the pick up. She neatly placed it in the box and closed it.

"Very well then, doctor. Have a nice day." She handed John the box with the orders inside and smiled politely. John took it and thanked her before hurrying out of the bakery with a flushed face.

John walked back to the flat, ignoring the cold and his mind only wandering back to that clerk. Her hair, her smile, her eyes. My god, her eyes. Her eyes were like two crystal clear oceans at the bright hours of day. He smiled to himself. He opened the door to the flat, the familiar quietness becoming welcoming. He walked to the kitchen, placing the box on the counter and then walking back to the hanger to place his coat. "Oh thank you, John. I really appreciate you picking up the order." Mrs. Hudson called from the kitchen and John smiled.